Chapter 114

The car journey to his apartment passes in a flurry of back seat grinding and fumbling, lying flat across the smooth leather seat. Jake heavy on top of me with hands and mouth all over my skin, pushing me to a searing heat that has me panting and kissing me as though he’s been deprived for years. Toe-curling kisses that have me begging for more. My fingers feel out his shirt and bow tie, undoing both so they hang freely open while his naked strong chest is covered in my lipstick kisses and his jackets discarded on the floor.

If the internal, blacked out window of the limo hadn’t been there, I would be ashamed of what Jefferson would be witnessing. Jake almost has me on the seat, his desire set free, my body no longer out of bounds for him and he’s making the most of it. All my inner voices and fears chased away by his kiss while the doubts and panic are gone.

He bites, nips, licks, and kisses every exposed part of me, rips my underwear off under my dress and explores me with his hands, making me climax on the seat in a way I could never have imagined. His fingers exploring my point of ecstasy as he devours my mouth with his. I had never done anything like this, never imagined I could allow myself or trust a man enough to let one, yet it feels like heaven under his practiced hand, for once his experience not something which upsets me.

I never had the urge to do anything like this until Jake, he’s insatiable and irresistible and from the second he had me locked in this dark box of a car, I have been his. His growing desire kept firmly locked away as he stills my hands telling me, ‘No … My turn first.’ He has a year’s worth of fantasy about me to catch up on and he wants to take his time.

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I can’t walk from the car to his building, my legs are weak and shaking from what he’s done moments before, so he scoops me up with a look of a sexy devil and carries me to the inner building. Trussed up in his arms like a fragile prize as the doorman opens it at our arrival and Jake looks down, winking at me naughtily. He looks like the cat that got the cream

“That was just the starter, bambino. I have weeks of pent-up sexual frustration to take out on you yet.” His voice is heavy and laden with intent and my insides clench while held fast in his arms. Melting under his scrutiny.

Oh god!

There is no going back now, I am hopelessly his and I want this more than anything. I just hope I have the stamina to keep up with Jake Carrero.

In his apartment, he carries me to the living room and places me on my feet in the middle of the floor carefully, leaving me standing and takes my stole and bag, tossing them on a nearby chair. His fingers trail across my naked shoulder and down my arm as he walks away, igniting tingles and my heart lurches up in rhythm. He walks to his side unit and pushes his phone into the station dock and turns on slow music that fills the air soothingly.

“Are you trying to seduce me, Carrero?” I smile coyly, biting my lip and watch him move around the semi-dark room. He seems nervous, much like I am now we’re here.

“I’ve learned, that when it comes to you, nothing is a certainty. I’m definitely seducing you.” His eyes come and meet mine as he slowly walks back to me, lifting my face by cupping my jaw with his palms, he lowers his head and kisses me slowly and deliberately. A slight touch of his tongue across my bottom lip and I open my mouth and kiss him back, letting my arms slide up between his and around his neck. We move against each other firmly so every curve and line meet, his kiss deepening and sending a spiraling pit of longing through to my core.

His hands skim my ribs, my waist and then come around behind me, cupping my butt and he lifts me closer to his height, my feet lifting me from the ground, so I tip my heels up and I give a little squeak in response and pull away to look at him.

“This isn’t your first rodeo, is it, cowboy?” I giggle as his hold tightens on me. Holding me high against him.

“First one that matters.” He grins and moves to my throat, kissing and sucking while I let myself go weak and close my eyes, sagging slightly as I let him devour me, my grip around his neck loosening as he slides me back to the floor. Each touch sending a thousand sensations to every nerve ending, my body erupting and my stomach fluttering so much my insides tremble.

I slide my hands up to the back of the bodice of my dress, fumbling with the catches that are concealed in the corset fastening, eager to be naked with him, but he stays my fingers, cupping them and pulling them away from the clips.

“We have all night, there’s no rush.” His eyes are heavy and hooded and despite slowing me down, I can see the lust in his dark green eyes. “I’ve waited for what seems like an eternity for this. I don’t want to hurry it.” He kisses me again slowly and then lets me go, takes my hand, and pulls me toward the center of the lounge even though his open bedroom door is nearby.

“Where are we going?” I gaze at the bed longingly through the open door, after what he did in the car, I was sure we would get in there and go crazy with passion. Jake seems to want to savor every second and delay the actual moment but I’m too hot for his body to be with mine; I want to be naked and writhing right now and put all the months of anguish behind us. I want that night in the hotel again, only this time with no doubts and internal voice trying to stop me from enjoying it.

Who the hell are you and what have you done with Emma?

“Patience, bambino … All good things come to those who wait.” He pulls me into the sitting room to the larger clearing between the couches. Lifting a remote from the nearby table, he switches on a concealed stereo which plays the dock music across the room at a louder level. Soothing soft music made for lovers. He pulls me into his embrace and starts dancing with me, slowly and tenderly stroking my arms and neck, his mouth gently pressing to every exposed part of me. He’s keeping the tempo slow and seductive.

Feeling a tad frustrated, I lift my hands and wave two palms in his face almost stomping my foot with full attitude on show.

“Stop! What’s this?” I flick my hand up and down his torso as though gesturing him.

“What?” He looks amused, if not a bit confused.

“This slow and smooth, easy, lovey dovey, seduction? Jake from the hotel was more of the slam me to a wall and take me kind of a seducer. This feels too much like Casanova putting the moves on.” I pout, frustration brimming, unsure why this has me so wound up.

“That Jake was a little sexually frustrated, this Jake is crazy in love and knows you’re all his for an eternity.” He moves in again to start kissing my neck, dismissing my tantrum.

“Nope, no … Nope!” I grab his hand and turn on my heel, yanking him with me toward the bedroom which is futile as I’m jerked to a halt. When he doesn’t follow, I haul his wrist with a harder jerk, but he just laughs at me. He’s like unmovable stone and is just regarding me as one would a child who has no chance of pulling him anywhere.

“I didn’t agonize for the last month to be made to wait now!” I huff and pull him stubbornly. Trying to back into his room and straining with all my might. He doesn’t budge.

“Are you telling me you want me to throw you on the bed caveman style and screw you?” He’s still holding his ground, hardly moved by my feeble attempts. Watching me with a look that just screams ‘you’re so fucking adorable right now.’

Ughhh.

“Yes!” I yell it at him in frustration. I don’t want soft and gentle Jake, I want ‘fuck this shit’ slam me to the wall Jake. The heat of how he was when he just needed to have me. I want that to seal this deal. I need that from him.

“You have no sense of romance, baby, something we need to remedy.” He shakes his arm, testing how tightly I have a grip and sighs. “Fine … This time! Next time is my way!” He steps forward, bends down, and flips me over his shoulder, smacking my ass hard, which gets an excited squeal from me, before striding into the dark bedroom and tossing me on the bed.

Yesssss!

I giggle as I bounce and watch him slide off his loose bow tie and then shirt. The beauty of that body on show at last and it’s enough to make me drool. My heart rate elevates, and palms get sweaty while the inner nerves push to the forefront.